"Alan,"said I,"I'll not say it's the good Christianity as Iunderstand it,but it's good enough.And here I offer ye my hand for the second time."Whereupon he gave me both of his,saying surely I had cast a spell upon him,for he could forgive me anything.Then he grew very grave,and said we had not much time to throw away,but must both flee that country:he,because he was a deserter,and the whole of Appin would now be searched like a chamber,and every one obliged to give a good account of himself;and I,because Iwas certainly involved in the murder.
"O!"says I,willing to give him a little lesson,"I have no fear of the justice of my country.""As if this was your country!"said he."Or as if ye would be tried here,in a country of Stewarts!""It's all Scotland,"said I.
"Man,I whiles wonder at ye,"said Alan."This is a Campbell that's been killed.Well,it'll be tried in Inverara,the Campbells'head place;with fifteen Campbells in the jury-box and the biggest Campbell of all (and that's the Duke)sitting cocking on the bench.Justice,David?The same justice,by all the world,as Glenure found awhile ago at the roadside."This frightened me a little,I confess,and would have frightened me more if I had known how nearly exact were Alan's predictions;indeed it was but in one point that he exaggerated,there being but eleven Campbells on the jury;though as the other four were equally in the Duke's dependence,it mattered less than might appear.Still,I cried out that he was unjust to the Duke of Argyle,who (for all he was a Whig)was yet a wise and honest nobleman.
"Hoot!"said Alan,"the man's a Whig,nae doubt;but I would never deny he was a good chieftain to his clan.And what would the clan think if there was a Campbell shot,and naebody hanged,and their own chief the Justice General?But I have often observed,"says Alan,"that you Low-country bodies have no clear idea of what's right and wrong."At this I did at last laugh out aloud,when to my surprise,Alan joined in,and laughed as merrily as myself.
"Na,na,"said he,"we're in the Hielands,David;and when I tell ye to run,take my word and run.Nae doubt it's a hard thing to skulk and starve in the Heather,but it's harder yet to lie shackled in a red-coat prison."I asked him whither we should flee;and as he told me "to the Lowlands,"I was a little better inclined to go with him;for,indeed,I was growing impatient to get back and have the upper-hand of my uncle.Besides,Alan made so sure there would be no question of justice in the matter,that I began to be afraid he might be right.Of all deaths,I would truly like least to die by the gallows;and the picture of that uncanny instrument came into my head with extraordinary clearness (as Ihad once seen it engraved at the top of a pedlar's ballad)and took away my appetite for courts of justice.
"I'll chance it,Alan,"said I."I'll go with you.""But mind you,"said Alan,"it's no small thing.Ye maun lie bare and hard,and brook many an empty belly.Your bed shall be the moorcock's,and your life shall be like the hunted deer's,and ye shall sleep with your hand upon your weapons.Ay,man,ye shall taigle many a weary foot,or we get clear!I tell ye this at the start,for it's a life that I ken well.But if ye ask what other chance ye have,I answer:Nane.Either take to the heather with me,or else hang.""And that's a choice very easily made,"said I;and we shook hands upon it.
"And now let's take another keek at the red-coats,"says Alan,and he led me to the north-eastern fringe of the wood.
Looking out between the trees,we could see a great side of mountain,running down exceeding steep into the waters of the loch.It was a rough part,all hanging stone,and heather,and big scrogs of birchwood;and away at the far end towards Balachulish,little wee red soldiers were dipping up and down over hill and howe,and growing smaller every minute.There was no cheering now,for I think they had other uses for what breath was left them;but they still stuck to the trail,and doubtless thought that we were close in front of them.
Alan watched them,smiling to himself.
